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The Big Bad Civil War Spoiler Thread a.k.a. The Extra Spoiled Trash

You asked for it. Here it is. Are you excited yet?

HERE BE SPOILERS. Enter at your own risk.

For those of you who have seen Civil War, or don't mind being spoiled: this is the spoiler prompt thread.

All spoilers here, any spoilery prompts on the other posts will be deleted.

All other new prompts still go to Round 3.

Rules from other rounds still apply.

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So um imagine bucky turning up on Steve's doorstep with red book in hand.

:D:D:D

So, so here for this

Yesssss! I need this!

Mmmmm! This gets me right in the feels! ....but it would be sexy. Bucky willing steve to use him......

Steve is up against three guys. No shield. The clang of it, as he tossed it carelessly at Tony Stark still echoes in his ears.

Bare hands is all he needs, as they come at him. As he jabs at one, another sneaks in a glancing blow off his jaw, as pain shoots through him, he catches sight of a figure in the corner. Bucky stands there, watching him. He winks at Steve. Distracted as he is, a gets a jab to the throat, the pain reminds him of his objective and he rejoins the fight full force. Gets in a kick to the ribs, to one. A fierce punch to the nose of another causing him to stumble back, blood streaming through his fingers. Bucky smirks.

“Kill them.” Bucky says. Somehow audible to Steve from across the room. One of the men carries a dagger. Steve disarms him. He slashes through his throat, fast and merciless. The man fingers clutch at it, eyes wide with horror, blood leaking through his fingers as the life leaks out of him. Bucky grins wide and pleased.

Steve wakes up. He’s alone in the darkness. He runs a hand over the front of his boxers where he’s hard. He immediately jerks his hands back and clenches his fists at his sides, screwing shut tight, but all he sees behind the lids are the afterimages of the dream, his hands taking those men apart, the blood, Bucky’s smirk of approval. He can feel himself begin to leak precise and he gives in with a low groan, running his hands over himself.

The rest of the night is full of dreamless sleep. Steve walks out of his room the next morning into the kitchen to see Wanda levitating her cheerios and milk into the bowl. He raises an eyebrow at her and she raises one back. Sam shrugs at him from across the kitchen where he’s making toast like a normal human.

Bucky walks in just as Steve is pouring himself orange juice, “You’re up,” he says.

“Yes,” says Steve exchanging glances with Sam. He can’t help the way his hand clenches around his glass, thinking of his dreams, Bucky’s face, as he ripped those men apart for him.

Bucky turns and walks right back out. Steve feels himself relax, disappointment shooting through him.

“Such a weird fucking dude,” Sam mutters to no one in particular.

Steve is getting out of the shower, when there’s a knock on his door. “Coming!” He shouts, throwing a towel around his waist.

He opens the door up to Bucky. He catches Bucky’s eyes dragging up his chest, he meets Steve’s gaze with a lazy smile, before he turns serious again.

Bucky’s holding something behind his back. A dagger. For me to use. Steve’s mind says, the dream jumping to his mind once again, before he shakes it off.

Steve gestures for him to come in. Bucky takes a seat on his bed. He’s holding a red book, a black star emblazoned on the front. A shiver goes through Steve for no reason that he can name.

“I saw Natasha last night,” Bucky says.

“I thought contact was on an emergency basis?”

“She thought I should have this.”

“Is it one of your, um, journals?” Steve asks, taking a seat next to Bucky.

“It’s a guide to the Winter Soldier.”

“You mean?”

“The trigger words, how to control me when I’m under, everything.” Bucky has yet to make eye contact with Steve.

“Let’s burn it,” Steve says.

“No,” Bucky’s gaze snaps to his and holds.

“No?”

“I want you to have to.”

“Bucky, I—“ Steve takes a sharp breath in, “—I promise to never use it.”

“No, I want you to use it.” He presses the book into Steve’s hands, and Steve shivers."I need you to use it."

“Bucky, listen—“

“No, you listen, there are things we are going to have to do. I’m going to need to become the Solider again. I’m going to need you to control him. You’re going to want him at your side. Steve I trust you. I trust you to use me.”

GOD YES

*delighted pterodactyl noises*

“Bucky,” Steve puts his hand on his shoulder, feels the heat of him through his shirt, feels the leather of the book in his other. “You’re the only one I want at my side.”

“The Soldier is a part of me, Steve, just weaponized a bit more. Why shouldn’t I get to use it to my own advantage for once”

Steve let his hand slip off Bucky’s shoulder and opened the book, silent. “Buck, this is in Russian or something.”

Bucky let out a rough laugh. “Don’t pull that oh gee shucks, I’m just a simple homegrown soldier bullshit with me, Rogers. Like you didn’t start studying it the second you knew it was the Soldiers primary language—let alone, your good friend Natasha’s.”
“I can probably stumble through,” Steve admitted.

“Atta boy,” said Bucky clapping a hand on Steve’s thigh, a little higher than strictly friendly before vacating the room.

Steve put the book carefully beneath his mattress before heading to the makeshift gym in their little complex of rooms. He pounded the punching bag, as Wanda levitated weights behind him. The punching bag rattles ominously on its chains.

“You know,” said Wanda, “you could work out some of that sexual tension in a different way, and save on our security deposit. Us outlaws only have a limited amount of cash you know.”

“You’re a little young for me, but thanks anyway.” Steve said, sardonically.

“Ha ha ha. I’m talking about someone a little more your own age, grandpa, and you know it. You and Bucky are—”

“Oh no,” Sam interrupted, walking in, “if I hear one more word about what Steve and Bucky are, besides crazy sons of bitches, I’m blowing this popsicle stand for good, UN be damned. And ya’ll know you’d miss my handsome face, and not to mention my skill set.”

“I thought your skill set was being handsome.” Wanda raised an eyebrow at Sam.

“Thank you for that, I needed that this morning. Brighten my whole damn day. You could learn from her Steve. A man needs daily compliments, not just men brooding at each other across an apartment, way too damn small for all that.”

Clint bursts in. “Steve, I’ve got the intel you were looking for.”

Steve follows him into the kitchen. Clint gestures to files on the table. “Here’s the latest from T’Challa, other files, that Zemo had. Other leads on strains of the Super Solider serum.”

Steve sat down and began scanning through them.

“What do you plan on doing with them, Cap?”

“It’s my responsibility to make sure they don’t fall into the wrong hands.”

“It’s mine too,” Bucky spoke up from the back of the kitchen.

Steve nodded. They had an unspoken agreement on this point.

“Well then we’re with you on this,” Sam said, where he and Wanda had crowded in.

“Hey guys, what’s going on,” said Scott. “Excuse me, excuse me, just wanted some strawberries. Need my superfoods!”

They collectively chose to ignore Scott, as they often did.

“I’ve dragged you all, into too many fights, that aren’t yours,” said Steve. “I can’t drag you into this too. I can’t risk exposing you to authorities either.”

“Well, it’s that or go stir crazy,” said Clint.

“For real,” Sam agreed.

“We don’t really know what we have yet,” Steve said.

“Just let us provide backup. Once you do have something,” Wanda said.

“Ooh a mission?!” Scott asked, bouncing.

“I can do that,” said Steve. “Buck, how do you feel about a little scouting mission?”

“Good. How do you feel like a little light reading?”

Steve felt himself flush.

They collectively chose to ignore Scott, as they often did.

-- AHAHHAHAAHHAH

this is spineingling. I love how you began it, with the dreaam of sexy violence.

"I trust you to use me."

God help me I'm giddy.

Steve thought he ought to feel more naked without the shield, but he didn’t, not with Bucky at his side. Or not exactly at his side, at the moment, as they had split up to scout out the old Hydra warehouse, but on his team. It felt good to know Bucky had his back.

“Do we have reason to believe it’s guarded here?” Bucky asked over their comm unit.

“No, should be an abandoned Hydra shelter.”

“Hmm.” Bucky hummed thoughtfully into the comm.

“Why?”

“Because there’s two armed guards.”

“Oh goody.”

“Steve, I want you to put me under.”

“There’s just two of them, we can easily—”

“Exactly. We need a practice run. I want you to get a feel for it.”

Steve briefly closed his eyes. “One,” he began. He ran though the words in Russian, not sure if he should have wanted until he and Bucky were face to face. “Freight car,” he finished with a shudder, the image of Bucky slipping past his grasp immediately jumping to his mind.

There was nothing but silence on the other line. Steve could suddenly hear raised German voices off in the distance. Either he or Bucky had been spotted. “Buck—err, Soldier?” Steve asked through the comm. He shouldn’t have done it over the comm, if something went wrong and he couldn’t get to Bucky in time…

“Ready to comply,” came the rough voice over the line, unmistakably Bucky but tinged with something unfamiliar.

The German voices, came tinny in the background over the comm. They had made Bucky then, not him.

“Take out those men,” Steve commanded with more assurance than he felt. A shot rang out and Steve took off for the noise at a run.

When Steve reached the room, Bucky had one of the men from behind, he looked up and met Steve’s eyes, just as he snapped the man’s neck. Steve’s mouth opened wordlessly, unsure what he was going to say, when the second man stepped out of the shadows and fired at Bucky, without pausing to think Steve pulled at dagger out and threw it directly into the man’s neck. The man fell to his knees, hands clutching at his neck, face a mask of horror.

Buck smirked at Steve.

Steve blinked. He didn’t wake up.

“You kill beautifully,” said the Soldier.

“Um thanks,” said Steve.

The second guard gasped out his last breaths on the floor between them. The solider stepped over him casually directly into the pooling blood. He walked up to Steve, a little too close for comfort.

“I think I’ll much prefer fighting for you. Though trying to kill you did have a certain thrill.”

“You’re chattier than I remember,” Steve said trying to regain the loss of balance he felt.

“I’m usually ordered to keep my thoughts to myself and my mouth shut. Are you going to require that too, Captain?” Another lazy smirk.

“Um, no that’s ok,” Steve said, feeling more and more shaken. Practice, he reminded himself. Bucky wanted this. “I welcome your opinions and um independent actions.”

This earned him a full shark grin.

“Let’s grab Hydra’s files and get out of here,” Steve said.

The Soldier took another step directly into Steve’s personal space. “This is your first kill in a while, is it not?”

“Not according to the UN.”

“I rather think we should celebrate,” The Soldier continued.

“What?” said Steve.

“You said you welcomed my opinions and independent actions.” The Solider startled him by moving forward and taking his mouth in a biting kiss. Steve hadn’t had it since he had watched Bucky fall from that freight car, but the familiar scent and feel of Bucky had him forgetting and melting. Until a hand slid over his jaw, leaving a wet streak of blood behind.

“Stop,” said Steve. The Solider froze.

“Yes, sir. Ready to comply,” the Solider breathed warm against his jaw.

And even as he pressed hard into the Soldier’s thigh, Steve gritted out the words, “find the files and return to base.”

The Soldier stepped back and without a backwards glance, continued to the next room of the warehouse.

With the dead blank eyes of the guards judging him, Steve unbutton his pants and shoved a hand down, wrapping around himself. He jerked himself off fast and rough. An old standby of Bucky shoving him down onto a bed, competing with thoughts of ordering the Solider down onto his knees, taking what he needed from him.

*gasp* omg omg OMG

Now THIS is interesting! And very, very hot. And of course, kinda awful, because Bucky wants to be put under, and Steve doesn't want to, but he does, and that's so sad. But also so ... hot.

“You kill beautifully,” said the Soldier.
“Um thanks,” said Steve.
WHOA. That really took me by surprise, and I loved it.

The second guard gasped out his last breaths on the floor between them. The solider stepped over him casually directly into the pooling blood. He walked up to Steve, a little too close for comfort.
“I think I’ll much prefer fighting for you. Though trying to kill you did have a certain thrill.”
Invading Personal Space Winter Soldier is best omg. Also wow, the Winter Soldier liking Steve as a new handler, and having enjoyed trying to kill him. *fans self frantically*
I like the idea of him saying things that Bucky could never, would never, say aloud.

“You’re chattier than I remember,” Steve said trying to regain the loss of balance he felt.
“I’m usually ordered to keep my thoughts to myself and my mouth shut. Are you going to require that too, Captain?” Another lazy smirk.
“Um, no that’s ok,” Steve said, feeling more and more shaken. Practice, he reminded himself. Bucky wanted this. “I welcome your opinions and um independent actions.”
This earned him a full shark grin.
WHOA WHOA WHOA
This is a very interesting interpretation of the Winter Soldier and I LOVE IT.

The Soldier took another step directly into Steve’s personal space. “This is your first kill in a while, is it not?”
“Not according to the UN.”
“I rather think we should celebrate,” The Soldier continued.
“What?” said Steve.
“You said you welcomed my opinions and independent actions.” The Solider startled him by moving forward and taking his mouth in a biting kiss.
*screams with delight and horror* Nightmare Fetishist Winter Soldier is the best thing ever omg omg omg.

Steve hadn’t had it since he had watched Bucky fall from that freight car, but the familiar scent and feel of Bucky had him forgetting and melting. Until a hand slid over his jaw, leaving a wet streak of blood behind.
I wanna CRY oh gods

“Yes, sir. Ready to comply,” the Solider breathed warm against his jaw.
That is so hot ... that is so wrong ... that is so hot ... that is so wrong ...

With the dead blank eyes of the guards judging him, Steve unbutton his pants and shoved a hand down, wrapping around himself. He jerked himself off fast and rough. An old standby of Bucky shoving him down onto a bed, competing with thoughts of ordering the Solider down onto his knees, taking what he needed from him.
Oh my gods Steve you freak, be CAREFUL ... oh gods.

*sets up camp at this prompt*

Re: No Soul To Sell 3/?

(Anonymous) - 2016-05-16 19:43 (UTC) - Expand

Re: No Soul To Sell 3/?

(Anonymous) - 2016-06-02 17:53 (UTC) - Expand

this is amazing i hope this is going where i think it's going

A/N: Apparently I'm all about world building my trash. Thanks for the lovely comments and bearing with me!
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Steve poured over the documents in his room. The Winter Soldier had handed them off, with another infuriating smirk. Bucky was in his room, coming down from it, sleeping it off.

Steve lay away, too many images in his head to fall asleep when a light knock came at his door.

“Come in,” he said. Bucky entered.

“Is it you again?” Steve asked.

“Back before the super soldier serum, your asthma made you pass out once. And you used to steal my socks, and they’d go up to your knees.”

“Does the Winter Soldier not know those things about me?”

“I don’t know, honestly. Ask him next time.” Bucky winked at Steve, but he just looked down at his shoes.

“Is everything ok? Did he do something do you?” Bucky, grabbed Steve’s face and turned it to him, as if scanning him for injuries.

“No, no,” Steve brushed him off. “It’s not that. It’s just, Buck, I know you better than anyone, but when you’re under, it’s this stranger looking at me through your eyes.”

“Just think of it as a different side of me. It’s still me in there, it’s just a very distilled part of me to make way for the perfect Soldier.”

Steve tried to reconcile “You kill beautifully,” with the Bucky he knew and came up with Bucky slapping his back congratulatory after a routine mission that turned bloody with the Howling Commandos. The pride in his face, had struck Steve weird in his gut.

“How does it feel?” Steve asked.

“It used to feel so wrong, a will I didn’t agree to imposed on me, but with you it felt good. The Soldier has become a part of me whether I like or not. And it felt good to have you in control.”

Bucky’s face was so open, Steve couldn’t help it, he leaned in and kissed him. Bucky was still for a moment under his mouth before his lips parted for Steve. With a groan he tangled his hands in Bucky’s long hair, dragging him close, getting them chest to chest, thighs pressed together almost painfully tight. They tussled to get as close as possible. Bucky knocking Steve back onto the bed under him with his one arm. Steve wrapping his legs around Bucky’s hips pulling him close, getting their hard ons lined up—a delicious slow grind through their clothes.

Steve trailed biting kisses down to Bucky’s shoulder. He reached the mass of scar tissue where metal was still embedded into his shoulder, though he had protested getting a replacement arm, he had made no move to get the metal socket removed either. Steve ran his lips over the seam between skin and metal, and felt Bucky squirm into him.

Bucky dragged Steve back up, plunging his tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Steve. I missed this.” Bucky breathed between them.

“I wasn’t sure you remembered,” Steve admitted, getting a hand between them—getting his hand around Bucky, feeling to hot, hard weight of him in his hand.

“It was one of the first things I remembered, as soon as I remembered you.”

“Does the soldier know?” Steve couldn’t help but ask, the words tumbling out, before he thought them through.

Bucky pulled back slightly and Steve groaned in protest, wrapping his legs tighter around Bucky’s hips, reeling him back in. “There’s this weird fog there, like I was black out drunk when I was him, I don’t know how he experiences my memories. Why? You wanna fuck him too?”

It was Steve’s turn to pull back. The Soldier’s lips on his, the smear of blood, from his hands, on Steve’s face. Jerking off in front of the dead over it. A hot flood of shame washed over him and he turned away.

“Hey, hey, buddy, what’s wrong,” Bucky’s hands on his face searching. “I crossed a line, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You know this is hard for me,” Steve said, jumping on the excuse.

“I know, I know. It was a bad joke.” Bucky, slid off Steve to lay against his side. The mood was well and truly over and they both knew it. Steve lay there feeling sick. Sick in more ways than one. Sick in the head, sick over lying to his best damn friend, putting the blame on him when he fully rested with Steve for being a sick bastard.

“How close, are we to our next lead?” Bucky asked, changing the subject and Steve was grateful for it.

“A couple days out,” Steve said.

“Ready for the Soldier again? Or is it too soon?” Bucky asked, but Steve could hear the hope in his voice.

“I can handle him,” Steve said, hoping it was true.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

(I leave such useless feedback but can I just say I am LOVING this)

Oh boy is Steve playing with fire. He's pretty determinedly digging himself in deeper a little at a time.
If he keeps trying to will this away, he's so going to order the Winter Soldier on his knees next mission! (And I feel torn between hitting him for it and jumping around in anticipation. :P )

Omg MORE *squees*

“Is everything ok? Did he do something do you?” Bucky, grabbed Steve’s face and turned it to him, as if scanning him for injuries.
My heart just broke.

“How does it feel?” Steve asked.
“It used to feel so wrong, a will I didn’t agree to imposed on me, but with you it felt good. The Soldier has become a part of me whether I like or not. And it felt good to have you in control.”
My heart just broke AGAIN.

Bucky’s face was so open, Steve couldn’t help it, he leaned in and kissed him. Bucky was still for a moment under his mouth before his lips parted for Steve. With a groan he tangled his hands in Bucky’s long hair, dragging him close, getting them chest to chest, thighs pressed together almost painfully tight. They tussled to get as close as possible. Bucky knocking Steve back onto the bed under him with his one arm. Steve wrapping his legs around Bucky’s hips pulling him close, getting their hard ons lined up—a delicious slow grind through their clothes.
Hey, Steve, I’m not sure this is the proper response to Bucky saying “I like when you put me under mind control” ...

Bucky dragged Steve back up, plunging his tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Steve. I missed this.” Bucky breathed between them.
“I wasn’t sure you remembered,” Steve admitted, getting a hand between them—getting his hand around Bucky, feeling to hot, hard weight of him in his hand.
“It was one of the first things I remembered, as soon as I remembered you.”
I’m CRYING

“Does the soldier know?” Steve couldn’t help but ask, the words tumbling out, before he thought them through.
Steve omg.

“There’s this weird fog there, like I was black out drunk when I was him, I don’t know how he experiences my memories.
*whimpers* Oh gods.

Why? You wanna fuck him too?”
*panicked screaming*

It was Steve’s turn to pull back. The Soldier’s lips on his, the smear of blood, from his hands, on Steve’s face. Jerking off in front of the dead over it. A hot flood of shame washed over him and he turned away.
Yes that is the appropriate response, Steve. Wonder how long that’ll last.

“Hey, hey, buddy, what’s wrong,” Bucky’s hands on his face searching. “I crossed a line, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
No, Bucky, YOU didn’t cross the line. Steve did.

“You know this is hard for me,” Steve said, jumping on the excuse.
Steve WHAT THE FUCK don’t put this on him! This is on you! You’re the one jerking off to the mind-controlled guy who can’t say no!

“Ready for the Soldier again? Or is it too soon?” Bucky asked, but Steve could hear the hope in his voice.
Christ, I’m gonna cry. Bucky wanting to go under, let Steve control him, just … auuuugghhh I’m gonna cry.

“Have you ever even shot a gun before?” Came the Winter Soldier’s, rather snide, voice behind Steve, as they prowled the abandoned corridor.

“You must know I was in the army,” Steve said. He looked down at his grip on the gun but it felt right.

“I know quite a lot about you Captain,” said the Solider.

“From Hydra Intel or your own memory?” Steve asked, heart quickening.

“I know you went through extensive training from Hydra records. That doesn’t change the fact that you look more ready to pistol whip somebody rather than shoot them.”

Steve flushed. Bucky was more prone to praise than critique generally. If anything, the only critique on his technique Steve tended to get was the analytical, emotionless guidance for improvement from Natasha.

“Maybe that’s what I want to do,” Steve shot back, petulant.

“You want to let an assailant get in close, so you can get in a non-fatal blow that might not even down them?”

“Yes,” said Steve through gritted teeth.

“You’re better than that, Captain. Permission to offer guidance?”

“And what the hell were you doing before?” Steve turned around to look at the Soldier, who just blinked at him. “Yeah, sure, permission er granted.”

The Soldier holstered his gun and stepped right up behind Steve, grabbing him firmly but gently by the shoulder, halting him in his path. “Um,” said Steve. He just knew he was flushing up to his hairline, damning his fair genes.

The Soldier’s hand traced down his arm, took Steve’s hand in his own and shaped the grip around the gun.

“You’re using tricks for dames on me,” Steve accused, having seen Bucky use a similar move, leaning up close behind a girl to help her throw a ball at a carnival.

“Request for clarification,” came the Soldier’s low voice in his ear. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Nevermind. Carry on. Just hurry up. We still have to clear this shelter.”

“Yes, sir,” came to reply in his ear. Steve repressed a shudder.

The Soldier’s strong fingers guided his grip until he was pleased with how Steve was holding the gun.

“Now you’re ready,” the Soldier said.

“Yeah,” Steve said barely daring to breathe, like every inch of his body was aware of the presence behind him. The most dangerous assassin in the world, pressed against Steve’s back, Steve wondered if he should feel more vulnerable.

Then before Steve had time to process. A man stepped out from behind a door in the middle of the corridor. He turned to look at the Soldier and Steve with shock on his face. The Solider squeezed Steve’s finger on the trigger and the shot rang out. The man fell. The shot hit him right between the eyes.

“There,” said the Solider, steeping back—disentangling himself from Steve. “Didn’t that feel good?”

“Feel good?” Steve asked, almost blankly.

“The grip is much better. That was a very accurate shot for you.”

“Jesus, Buck!” Steve exploded. “We don’t even know if that man was armed.”

“But we know he’s likely Hydra,” The Solider tilted his head at Steve like a confused dog. “So we have to take him out.”

“You shot an unarmed man, will no provocation.” Steve gritted out. “I don’t want you to do that.”

“No you shot him,” The Winter Soldier countered, stepping into Steve space, getting his face. “That was your kill, Captain. I just held your hand for you.”

“Just don’t talk,” he snapped.

The Winter Soldier shot him a moody glance but seemed to comply. That was when a loud bang rang out and Steve felt a searing pain hit his arm. He willed around and saw a man standing there, gun in hand.

Steve sighed internally, pulled on the pose the Soldier had taught him and squeezed the trigger before the man could take another shot. Right between the eyes.

Steve whirled around on the Soldier. “What the fuck was that?!”

No response.

“You can talk,” Steve snapped. “Why did you let him shoot at me?”

“He hadn’t provoked me. You said not to act unless provoked.”

“Oh Jesus Christ. Do you want me dead? Tell me honestly, do you?”

“No,” said the Soldier, “I could tell from his stance, he wouldn’t mortally wound you.”

“Oh gee thanks,” Steve said, gingerly touching his wound, trying to determine how deep the gash went. He would need stitches, but it shouldn’t take long to heal. “You can ignore those orders,” Steve told him.

The Soldier nodded in understanding, but the whole thing was still rubbing Steve the wrong way.

“I want an apology.” Steve said.

The Soldiers gaze, jerked up to his. “Sorry,” he basically muttered.

“I want a sincere apology,” Steve amended. “And that’s an order.”

Once again, the Soldier stepped into Steve’s space, a little close for his comfort. And then to Steve’s shock and arousal, dropped directly to his knees. He leaned his forehead contritely against Steve’s upper thigh, and fisted his hand in the material of Steve’s pants.

“I apologize for my actions,” the Soldier, murmured directly against Steve’s thigh, the vibrations from his voice going directly to Steve’s cock.

“Is this how you always apologize to your superiors?” Steve asked, horror dawning on him through his arousal.

“This is how I want to apologize to you,” the Soldier said before he unzipped Steve’s pants and took him into his hot, wet mouth.

Almost involuntarily Steve grabbed him by the hair.

“Tell me how you want it.” The Solider said, the utterance bringing Steve back to his senses.

“We’ve just been walked in on by two different individuals. We need to clear this building.”

The Soldier simply met his eyes, took Steve as far down as he could and pulled off, while Steve was still moaning. He stood up. “Is that an order to clear the building?” The Solider asked.

“Yes,” Steve said. “And then I want you to get back on your knees and finish what you started,” he said, heart pounding in his ears, barely believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Is that an order, too?” the Solider asked, his near customary smirk back in place.

“Yes,” Steve said.

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

UPDATE YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

“Have you ever even shot a gun before?” Came the Winter Soldier’s, rather snide, voice behind Steve, as they prowled the abandoned corridor.
Sassy Winter Soldier is something I never knew I needed in my life, and I’m so glad we have him now.

“You’re using tricks for dames on me,” Steve accused, having seen Bucky use a similar move, leaning up close behind a girl to help her throw a ball at a carnival.
“Request for clarification,” came the Soldier’s low voice in his ear. Steve rolled his eyes.
Now that’s interesting. Is that the Soldier, or Bucky coming through, or both, or what?
Also, yesssssss, sexy cliched gun-training movements.

“Yes, sir,” came to reply in his ear. Steve repressed a shudder.
Steve this guy had you pegged right from the get-go. You never stood a fucking chance.

“Yeah,” Steve said barely daring to breathe, like every inch of his body was aware of the presence behind him. The most dangerous assassin in the world, pressed against Steve’s back, Steve wondered if he should feel more vulnerable.
*fans self frantically* Oh dear.

“But we know he’s likely Hydra,” The Solider tilted his head at Steve like a confused dog. “So we have to take him out.”
Oh gods, I’m gonna cry.

“No you shot him,” The Winter Soldier countered, stepping into Steve space, getting his face. “That was your kill, Captain. I just held your hand for you.”
The Soldier’s really making the most of getting to backtalk to his handler, isn’t he?

“Just don’t talk,” he snapped.
The Winter Soldier shot him a moody glance but seemed to comply.
I actually FLINCHED when this happened.

No response.
“You can talk,” Steve snapped. “Why did you let him shoot at me?”
“He hadn’t provoked me. You said not to act unless provoked.”
I really like this, that the Soldier obeys to the letter, but finds ways to be rebellious when he can.

“I want an apology.” Steve said.
The Soldiers gaze, jerked up to his. “Sorry,” he basically muttered.
“I want a sincere apology,” Steve amended. “And that’s an order.”
Oh no.

Once again, the Soldier stepped into Steve’s space, a little close for his comfort. And then to Steve’s shock and arousal, dropped directly to his knees. He leaned his forehead contritely against Steve’s upper thigh, and fisted his hand in the material of Steve’s pants.
“I apologize for my actions,” the Soldier, murmured directly against Steve’s thigh, the vibrations from his voice going directly to Steve’s cock.
OH NO ~~YES~~

“Is this how you always apologize to your superiors?” Steve asked, horror dawning on him through his arousal.
Steve maybe you should have asked that before he got his face on your dick.

“This is how I want to apologize to you,” the Soldier said before he unzipped Steve’s pants and took him into his hot, wet mouth.
*conflicted screaming*
On the one hand, HOT. On the other hand, SO WRONG. On the other hand, the Soldier says he wants to do this. On the other hand, is he even capable of consent. On the other hand … *more conflicted screaming*

“Is that an order to clear the building?” The Solider asked.
“Yes,” Steve said. “And then I want you to get back on your knees and finish what you started,” he said, heart pounding in his ears, barely believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.
“Is that an order, too?” the Solider asked, his near customary smirk back in place.
“Yes,” Steve said.
Steve no. Steve no. Steve no.
~~Steve yes.~~

Woah.
Does Bucky like going under because he can stop thinking for himself then or because some part of him knows it gives him a chance to unabashedly hit on Steve?
Another thought: Is the Winter Soldier hitting on Steve because he wants to or because he knows Steve wants him to? -.-
I love this fill!

This is incredible, I'm so into the identity porn thing with neither Steve or Bucky being quite sure about whether the Winter Soldier is capable of consenting but then just going with it anyway. And please more sassy Soldier!!! I'm loving that push-and-pull power dynamic between him and Steve, the way you're never quite sure who's really in charge with them. Will there be more? *wedges self into trashcan to wait*

*squeee*
Ahem.

on another note did anyone see this, made me think of the thread here.

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